We all parent the best we can. Being human, we're ambivalent. We want perfection for our babies, but we also need sleep.

You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.

And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

I have accepted fear as a part of life - specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back.

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.

Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.

Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

How wonderful to have someone to blame! How wonderful to live with one's nemesis! You may be miserable, but you feel forever in the right.

My generation was not only maligned in book reviews and attacked in graduate school but we lived to see our adored and adorable daughters wonder why feminism had become a dirty word.

Love is the most potent drug used to seduce anyone.

Life is at the bottom of things and belief at the top, while the creative impulse, dwelling in the center, informs all.

I think the perception of peace is what distracts most people from really having it.

Enclosures have been appropriately called a revolution of the rich against the poor.

Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.

As Al Franken has demonstrated, liberals give lousy talk radio.

Knowing the future is the flower of the Way, and the beginning of folly.

I prefer more to kind of show people different things than tell them 'oh, here's what you should believe' and, over time, you can build up a rapport with your audience.

How much must I overcome before I triumph?

Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace.